Mabel: You poor thing. Pirates! You mean like walking the plank? Buried treasure? Hack, slash, off with his head, and the Jolly Richard, and everything?

Frederic: Roger.

Mabel: Oh, Roger I love it.

Frederic: No, Frederic without a "k".

Mabel: Mabel, also without a "k". God, we have so much in common.

Mabel: You'll be hung.

The Pirate King: Oh I am, I am, and very well thank you.

The Pirate King: What's the age of consent around here?

Mabel: Eighteen.

The Pirate King: Good! I'm old enough.

Frederic: Oh, I love you. I'll always love you, come what may.

Mabel: "Come what may"? We'll all be murdered in our beds come what may.

Frederic: Well run. For God's sake run!

Mabel: Death before dishonor. Besides, have you tried running in one of these things. It's a real bitch.

[Mabel comes in and finds Frederic laying in a coffin.]

Mabel: Frederic, what are you doing?

Frederic: Oh, hiding.

Mabel: My Frederic, hiding? It cannot be the lion-heart troubles at the coming conflict. My love - a wimp!

Frederic: No, Mabel. A terrible disclosure's just been made.

Mabel: Then zip it up!

[The Pirate King has just cornered Frederic in their swordfight. The Pirate King has his sword cornered between Frederic's legs.]

The Pirate King: Drop it, or...

Frederic: Nuts!

The Pirate King: Them, too!

Mabel: You're not gay, are you?

Frederic: [high voice] No! [clears throat and in a lower voice] No.

Mabel: The way you and the Pirate King get around in those rather feminine, pleated shirts and all that leather.

Mabel: Frederic, these are the 1880s. You can't live your life by the outmoded conventions of a neo-imperialist society. Find your true center!

Frederic: What? You mean Zen piracy?

Mabel: [unlaces her shirt and pulls it down to reveal her corset] Frederic, have you ever worn a whalebone corset? Well no, we established that, didn't we? It chokes and strangles, Frederic! I won't be choked an strangled by someone else's dumb ideas of custom and duty! [to stone statue] Would you, Harry, would you? [to Frederic] Never to know the rich and real wonderous person beating and throbbing inside me. Frederic, can you see me throbbing?

Frederic: I see! I see! I'm throbbing too!

Frederic: [moments after meeting for the first time] Look, I know this is going to sound silly, but I think I love you. I think might even want to marry you.

Mabel: God, that was a short love scene!

Ruth: By the way, was that a definite no back there?

Frederic: Ruth, I don't want hurt your feelings, but tell me honestly. Now, compared to other women, are you beautiful?